There are people in this world who quietly give so much love, and Ally is one of them. She loved Chooch like he was her own. Whenever I had to be away, I knew he was safe, cared for, and genuinely happy in her home. She gave him comfort, fun, and friendship, and her presence in his life was a true blessing—for both of us. Thank you, Ally, from the deepest part of my heart. You made his world feel whole.
I debated for a long time whether I would ever share these videos of Chooch. They’re hard for me to watch. Seeing him looking scared, his eyes full of worry, breaks something inside me. And what’s worse is knowing that this one time—his last time—I wasn’t there with him. He’s never gone to the vet without me. Not once. I was always right there, holding him, calming him, telling him everything would be okay.
This time, I couldn’t be.
And that haunts me.
Chooch wasn’t just a dog. He was my best friend. My soul dog. The one who knew me better than I sometimes knew myself. We had a connection that went deeper than anything I could explain—he was my constant, my comfort, my joy. I don’t know how to describe the ache of losing him, except to say that I feel it in every corner of my being. The house feels quieter. My days feel longer. And my heart feels heavier.
There were no symptoms. No warnings. Just a devastating loss that came far too soon. So if you’re reading this, please—hug your dogs a little tighter today. Sit with them a little longer. Give them that extra treat. Because tomorrow isn’t promised, and sometimes there are no signs. Sometimes, things change in an instant.
To everyone who loved Choochie boy—thank you. Your kindness, your messages, your memories of him—they mean more than you know. He touched so many hearts, and knowing that others saw how special he was brings a small light into this dark time.
I will never get another dog quite like Chooch. And honestly, I don’t want to. He was one of a kind. My heart dog.
I miss you, Chooch. Forever and always.
❤️
